There was always a small part of him connected to the dragon, ignored at times, but never forgotten. When he talked with people, the contact was distracting, like a fly buzzing in his ear. (5.30)
A single word rang in his head, deep and clear.
It was solemn and sad, as if an unbreakable pact were being sealed. He stared at the dragon and a cold tingle ran down his arm. (5.38-40)
Saphira was as real and complex as any person. Her personality was eclectic and at times completely alien, yet they understood each other on a profound level. (8.15)